Temptation

Disclaimer: I do not own FOP though if I did I'd probably let my imagination run wild which is both a good and bad thing depending on the said imaginated circumstance.

Chapter 1

Timmy angrily walked up the driveway of his house as a worried black hair pigtailed girl followed behind him. He forced the front door to his house open and stomped upstairs not even bothering to turn around to close and lock the door behind him.

His parents weren't there to hear the ruckus he was causing due to their sudden vacation trip that popped up out of nowhere that he once again couldn't enjoy with them because it was a school week with no upcoming holiday or break...so he told himself, even if school wasn't the issue they would've probably thrown around the excuse that it was an adult-only kind of vacation. Atleast he was now old enough to not need a babysitter anymore.

Upon entering his room, he tossed his backpack aside and picked up two dumbells as he sat on side of his barbell bench. He looked over to the empty fish bowl that sat on side of his bed and quirked a brow as his mind was about to set adrift, wondering about the strange connection he had with the fish bowl that he couldn't just throw away, well, that was before having his mind just as quickly return back to reality due to a girlish figure that had happened to step between the view of him and his empty fish bowl.

"So we're doing the whole stalking thing again huh? Here I thought we were finally passed all that." said Timmy, as he started lifting his dumbells one at a time to his chest while still staring at the girl.

"You were ignoring me as I was trying to talk to you so I followed you, not stalked, followed you until you were over your little temper and ready to finally talk." said the girl, as she folded her arms across her chest.

Timmy sighed as he looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry Tootie, I wasn't trying to ignore you I was just ma-" Timmy started to say, before being cut of mid-sentence by the girl.

"Pissed off that your ex-bestfriend is now dating the girl you had a crush on since you were 10? I know, I gathered that the moment you stormed off upon hearing the news. I thought you said that crush ended two years ago when you found out that she was nothing but a rich, spoiled, self-absorbed brat or preferrably now that we're not kids anymore, bitch."

"Sheesh, when did she start cursing like a sailor? It's not a big shocker seeing as she is a sibling of Vicki's." thought Timmy.

He stood up, dropping his dumbells by his feet as he looked down at Tootie. Thanks to his miraculous growth spurt he now stood 5'8 to her 5'3. He spoke as he walked passed her, over to the window to lean out of it as he stared down at the street.

"I am over Trixie, it's just that...I don't know, maybe it could have something to do with the fact that it took AJ one school year to succeed at dating the girl I tried to get for four years."

"You shouldn't let this bother you that much Timmy, I mean AJ made his choice a while back and that snobby witch never des-"

"What is it about AJ that she fell for that I didn't have? I mean sure he's smarter than me but I'm smarter than the average guy right?" asked Timmy, unknowingly cutting off Tootie.

He turned from the window to look at Tootie as though he was waiting for an agreement or some kind of answer which Tootie saw this but tried her best to avoid by looking around the brunet's room.

She realized that the teen had three different areas in one room. His fitness area that contained some dumbells of different weights, a punching bag, a barbell bench with weights up to 300lb which he and she both knew he couldn't lift but hey, a guy can dream right? His entertainment area where his flatscreen TV, video games/movies, and beanbag chairs were. Lastly was his bed which he had since he was 10 alongside of his small dresser with the empty fishbowl. Tootie wondered how could a room like his hold so many things without looking remotely cluttered.

She finally turned her attention back to Timmy who was now staring at her with a dull look that for some reason made her feel a little bad that she avoided his question.

"Huh? What?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Nothing. Just forget it." said Timmy, turning around to look back out the window.

"You ever think that maybe Trixie is only into black guys?" asked Tootie, as she walked over and stood next to him causing Timmy to turn his gaze back onto her.

"Trixie isn't an one ethnic dating material type of girl, I know that for a fact." said Timmy.

Tootie quinted her eyes and wrapped a finger under her chin as she pressed her thumb against the middle of her bottom lip which indicated that she was thinking.

"Well, she probably figured that dating a black guy comes with benefits." said Tootie, her lips hanging onto the word benefits.

"Benefits? What benefits?" asked Timmy, looking at her with a quirked brow.

Tootie smirked as she held two fingers a foot apart from one another which Timmy quickly caught onto what she was implying causing him to roll his eyes and continue back to looking out the window.

"Glad to see your answers are coming from in your pants and that's being stereotypical by the way, everyone knows that not all black people have large di-...pen-...instruments." said Timmy, sugar-coating the male private part to the best of his knowledge.

"Ok. One, I don't wear pants. I've always wore skirts the 16 years I've been alive, well except for a few occasions that would probably be best we didn't discuss seeing as we're friends now and I would hate to jeopordize our friendship or knock you unconcious again having you wake up in your bed and think it was all a dream. What? I'm just kidding. Kinda. Anywho moving on. Two, I'm being just as stereotypical as you are being crazily fixated on this AJ dating Trixie thing so I'll tell you what, I'll stop being so stereotypical if you stop being so hung up over your ex-best friend dating your ex-crush, deal?" asked Tootie.

"I'm not fixated I'm just frustrated that som- yeah you know what? Maybe I am fixated *sighs* but tell me, how would you f-feel if..." Timmy began to say but lost track of his words as he now gazed upon the most beautiful sight outside his window.

A girl. No. A woman had jogged down the street, more specifically passed the Turner's house, catching the brunet's attention. Time seemed to had slowed down as Timmy took in all her features. From her creamy peach skin that was glistening with sweat, to her newly formed body that had over the few short years shaped out into such a luscious hourglass. Her long red hair that was once short and placed in a tomboy-ish fashioned ponytail was now curly and brushed to one side safe for a small portion of her hair that ran down the opposite side of her face. Her hair was tossed over her shoulder allowing a side bang to form over her eye as it ran along her side and part of her chest. The scarlet's pink eyes which used to hold absolute horror and hatred were now calming to the teen causing him to get lost in them to the point where his mouth was drooped with a bit of drool. Well it was either her eyes or her revealing cleavage which the sweat from her neck was now rolling into that had the teen to the point of drooling.

The woman's outfit didn't do her any justice either. She wore a green cami sports bra that had black outlining, as well as black jogging shorts with green outlining and stripes on the sides that matched her green and black running shoes.

"Have you always looked that damn gorgeous and I've just been plainly blind to notice or have your body fully matured to a goddess-like form while you were away these few years? Who'd thought I'd ever wonder that about Vicki of all people? Heh, Vicki." thought Timmy, unknowingly saying the last bit more outloud than in his head as he hoped.

"Vicki? Oh I meant to tell you she was back in town. What about her? And what the heck were you looking at that had you drooling like a hound dog?" asked Tootie, as she moved to the opposite side of Timmy to look out the window.

"W-who said anything about Vicki?" asked Timmy, finally snapping out of his trance.

"Why the owl on your shoulder silly." Tootie said, sarcastically.

"What? I did? I mean n-n-no I said. I said that um...Hey look there's Mrs. Dinkleburg." Timmy quickly blurted out, trying to change the subject.

Mrs. Dinkleburg had been outside watering her garden in what appeared to be a rather revealing outfit that didn't agree with her nor her age. It was the type of outfit that if you were somehow miraculously able to squeeze into, you would have to cut it off if you wanted to get out of it or use butter, lots and lots of butter.

"It's clearly obvious that she's desperately screaming for attention, but that is not the way to do it." thought Tootie, as she shook her head at the sight.

An idea suddenly popped into her head causing the black pigtailed teen to grin mischeviously as she looked first at Timmy and then out the window at. She would then whistle loudly and duck from out the window, leaving the brunet to deal with the aftermath.

Mrs. Dinkleburg turned to look at the Turner's house and then up at the teen who was nervously waving at her from his window. Timmy felt uneased when she smiled up at him rather seductively. She then proceeded to act as if she had accidently dropped something on the ground and bent down slowly to give Timmy the full show of her granny panties causing the teen to fall back to the floor with his hands over his eyes.

"My eyes! I'm blind!" said the poor brunet, as he rolled across the floor.

Timmy could've sworn he heard someone scream out "My leg!" off in the distance, but it could've been his mind playing tricks with him from the horrid sight he seen. He was finally able to look over at Tootie who was on the floor holding her sides as she was dying from laughter.

"I'm sorry, I know that was wrong on all accounts but you have to admit that that was pretty funny. A once in a lifetime opportunity that I couldn't pass up." Tootie said, trying her best to regain her composure.

"Yeah, really funny. I just love looking out my window to see granny panties. Marcel is really starting rub off on you and some of Vicki as well." said Timmy, getting back to his feet and dusting himself off.

"Is that good or bad?" asked Tootie, getting to her feet as well.

"Both."

Tootie stuck her tongue out at him.

"Anyways, are you ready to go to the mall and meet up with Marcel and Chester?" asked Timmy.

"Finally. Let's go Sir Grumpy-Pants." answered Tootie, as she gestured the teen to lead the way.

Timmy only shook his head as the two left the house, but this time closing and locking the door behind them before walking down the street toward the downtown mall.

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(AN: If you're still reading by this point then I would like to take the time to thank you and hope that you enjoyed the read and leave a review or some possible future advice. I had a lot more planned out for this chapter but I felt it would've been too long for a first chapter so I broke it apart and made another chapter out of it. Be sure to stick around because I still have a lot more planned for this particular TimmyxVicki story as well as a TimmyxVeronica story planned (Currently in the works). Not really a lot of those floating around so guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.)